Android
Almost perfect
Shaped and mimicked
From another’s vision
With utmost precision
A cut here
A slice there
Tailored to match perceptions
Of false conceptions
Faces cast a permanent frown
Escape is hard when the only way out is down
Falling deeper
The walls grow ever steeper
Almost finished now
As pure as the sweat from our brow
Not a single imperfection
A carefully practiced deception
Clean enough to see through
Not a spot on you
Your spine is still broken from bending
Our doctors will tend to the mending
No more mistakes
No more heartaches
Your feelings are fake
Taken away for your own sake.
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